i'm pretty much resigned to the fact that i'll need to be bagged one day as well, and possibly other surgeries. ah well. if thats going to be my life from now on, then i've got to look to the good things to keep me happy.
dont get me wrong, i still get angry and annoyed at this stupid fricken disease, every so often my emotions get the better of me and i find myself crying at an advert on TV for no damn reason, but i find those times are becomming less and less.
its my life, accompanied by my disease, so i'd better make the best effort i can with it, otherwise i'm going to sit on the couch and wish it away.
i've found a beautiful wife that has stuck with me every step of the way, and i know if i'd met her after i was diagnosed that she'd still be here with me.
as long as there's a toilet near by, decent TP, some nice meds of choice and
soothing butt cream i think i'm going to be ok.